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Friday, 1 December 2017

Friday Flash Fiction 12/1 - Hawkeye is the sexiest superhero

It's Friday and you know what that means!! Another fun day of reading shorts and snippets surrounding the same inspirational picture. Courtesy of Elizabeth Lister and Friday Flash Fics. :)

"Hawkeye is the
sexiest superhero." Mitch lit a cigarette and passed it to Jeannine before
lighting another one. They both perched on a large decorative rock on an upper level
garden that looked out over a massive well-manicured green space. One of the
owners was doing favour for a friend and allowed them to use the gardens for a
photo shoot, at least that’s what the gossip said.

"Purple spandex or
Jeremy Renner?" Jeannine had never been one to read anything non-academic
unless he’d forced her to go to look at one of his comics. The fact that she
knew there was a difference surprised him.

“Oh, how about Jeremy
Renner IN purple spandex.” Mitch
grinned, that was a mental picture he’d save for later when he was alone.

She took at drag on her
smoke. Tilting her face to the sky, she popped her jaw and made a perfect “O”
before pursing her lips and blowing a straight line of smoke almost through it
before it dissipated. “I’d prefer imagining Jeremy Renner naked.”

“I’ll whole heartedly
agree with you on that one.”

Below them, one of the
models was posing with a bow and arrow as a series of cameras clicked and
whirred. Lights were moved, shades were angled and it all started again.

“Really, who makes the
connection between archery and underwear?” Jeannine’s questions startled him
out of ogling the picture perfect, high maintenance, boy toys.

“Who cares? It’s fun to
watch.” One of the models let his arrow fly…a whole two feet before it plopped
on the ground. There goes my Hawkeye
fantasy.

“Speaking of naked, this would
be much more fun if they weren’t wearing the underwear. They can’t shoot for
shit.”

“That would make this an
entirely different kind of photoshoot.”

“If it was, we’d probably
be getting paid better.” Jeannine sighed as she hopped off the rock they’d been
sitting on. Dropping her smoke she ground it under her heel. “Superheros and
underwear models do have one specific thing in common though.”

“What’s that?”

“Neither of them notices
the help.” She patted him lightly on the shoulder, “Come on, sweetie. We had
better get back to the kitchen and make sure lunch is set out properly, before
one of those pretty boys freak out because their single blueberry is touching
their carrot during their meal.”

“I’ll be there as soon as
I finish this.” Mitch held up his cigarette. “Just a couple more drags.”

“Don’t be long; the boss
is bitchy today.”

He nodded and winked at her.
She rolled her eyes before walking away. They’d been best friends since high school
but where her nose had always been in a text book, his had been in a comic. She’d
never believed in the fantastic or magic. He wished otherwise because he’d
wanted to share this news with her.

As soon as Jeannine
rounded the corner and was out of sight, Mitch tossed the half-finished smoke
to the ground. Hooking the cord around his neck he pulled out the pendant which
had been resting against his chest all morning. The sun glinted off the pale
purple rock. He traced one of the metallic bands with his finger and a series
of ornate symbols appeared, glowing brighter
than they had this morning.

I might have been unlucky enough to be born into a dimension
without magic…but, no one said I had to stay here.